Fall (This is just a working title. Suggestions would be appreciated.)
And in the end of summer,
all the greedy trees
have crammed too many leaves
onto their branches,
flaunting like monochromatic peacocks.
The leaves turn
yellow, orange, red,
warning the trees to stop
and be satisfied,
but they keep
snatching, stocking, sprouting,
until they lose their grip on
the first leaf.
Swirling down some unseen drain,
the leaf spins until it rests
and blends with the dead grass.
the perennial willows weep along
as a child does when his mother,
in an effort to save a single falling cookie,
drops the entire dozen,
burning her hand
and standing the entire winter,
hand in mouth,
blinking back tears.
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Love this piece and what you’ve accomplished here. A suggestion for a title is The Youthfulness of Fall. The poem talks about the early to later stages of fall and the colors associated with it. Further, it mentions the child and the child/mother occurrence. I appreciate the specific details, namely the colors and the movement of the falling leaves. My favorite line, “Swirling down some unseen drain.” Also, “the leaf spins until it rests.” I appreciate the personification of the trees. The “blinking back tears” additionally adds to the youthfulness/childlikeness of the poem. Is there a metaphor at work here?
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